[ Hands grasp him out of nowhere–and it says everything Geralt neither hears Dean arriving nor starts at his sudden appearance. A minute or two pass where he isn't thinking, just lets Dean maneuver him while he draws in a shallow breath. His heart is beating too fast, at the pace of a regular human's, and all it does is spill more blood from his lips.
Geralt. His attention snaps to Ciri. She looks frantic, frightened.
All right. Yeah. They both know that's horseshit.
Geralt pushes Dean off. Struggles upright with a heavy groan. Fuck. They aren't safe here. She isn't safe. A white heat lances through his leg. He can push himself far, but there are limits. He's going nowhere in this condition. The sand is soaked, thick and wet. Every time he blinks, he loses track of more and more seconds. Minutes.
(When in the hell did Dean return? What happened to his brother?) ]
Take her. [ He is not asking. It's the only way. The girl is already protesting, but it's the only way. For the first time in decades, he feels cold. Deeply cold. ] They can't have her.
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Geralt. His attention snaps to Ciri. She looks frantic, frightened.
All right. Yeah. They both know that's horseshit.
Geralt pushes Dean off. Struggles upright with a heavy groan. Fuck. They aren't safe here. She isn't safe. A white heat lances through his leg. He can push himself far, but there are limits. He's going nowhere in this condition. The sand is soaked, thick and wet. Every time he blinks, he loses track of more and more seconds. Minutes.
(When in the hell did Dean return? What happened to his brother?) ]
Take her. [ He is not asking. It's the only way. The girl is already protesting, but it's the only way. For the first time in decades, he feels cold. Deeply cold. ] They can't have her.